I want to emigrate to Bauchstern,
Lichterort, where they go, when they get small.
As bright as only the night can be.
Sick, Cripples and farewells throw their candlesticks into it,
unlucky star followed blindly.
Expanse, that swallows the end of a street
like falling funnels.
Don't see me? Don't recognize me?
Once lit up for you with a word,
a gesture, Tune the day.
Belly star, a place, undetectable,
for the, who search with the sat nav.
Not to be located from over there, of the
Winter hemisphere with its circling oblivion.
Small i will, smaller your winter hemisphere.
Don't recognize me: got me once
lit up in a word, a gesture,
Melody the night.
(27.11.2020)